On Aggression

In which, a paranoid schizophrenic vows to avenge his fiancee's death by taking revenge on the woman who Killed her. _____________ A modern day depiction of 'Beauty and The Beast' _______________ ***THIS BOOK CONTAINS SOME SERIOUS TRIGGERING CONTENTS. DO NOT SKIP THE FIRST TWO CHAPTERS THAT HAVE AN EXTENDED WARNING INSIDE. DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU WON'T READ IT AND CONFIRM IT'S OKAY WITH YOU. READER DISCRETION ADVISED.*** _______________ Copyright ©2022 ssybahz ____________________________ She was the one who saw light in the darkness. And he was the darkness itself. She loved rain. And he loved his monsters. But what would happen if they collide by the cruelty of fate? Would she see the light seeping through his darkness? Or would she let herself be consumed by it, let it shatter her completely? ________________________________

It’s said the most dangerous people are the ones who have nothing left to lose, that welcomed death even. Being angry at the whole fucking world for taking everything from you, leaving you alone to watch the world around you as it carry’s on. Watching the people you once thought were the protectors, when in fact they were to blame for the empty hole that now sits heavy in your chest where once your heart sat.

In the madness of life, we find the madness of life in ourselves. We are a reflection of the madness of life. We are the embodiment of a crazy life.

[MATURE CONTENT: DARK REVERSE HAREM ROMANCE] A rough hand covers my mouth, muffling my cry of surprise when I'm pushed against the fence. A muscular thigh pushes between my legs, and I stare at a red eyed Haeden. "Haeden?" It comes out on a heavy exhale. His pupils dilate, and I squirm against him as he presses even closer. "Fuck," He tangles his fingers into my hair and I cry out in pain. He tilts my head back not once loosening his hold on me. He leans in and forces his tongue down my throat.  He produces a deep groan that vibrates through me. I whimper when he bites my bottom lip. He tilts my head and licks a trail up the length of my neck. "Haeden," I whisper, my voice thick. He finds my pulse and sucks, teeth grazing along my tendons.  "Do you know how much I hate you?" he hisses into my ear, "Yet here I am, going crazy after seeing you dance with Ivy like that." His voice is husky. I gasp when he bites me, the points of his teeth digging into my skin. "We were just dancing," I whisper. He scoffs and presses his knee tighter against me. "You're fucking adorable, but you must be a niave little bitch if you think that didn't affect me, Stone, or Kingston," he growls into my ear. *** Ariella went from prized virgin to psycho pariah in less than a day. Her father, the Pastor of a church, mass murders a group of it’s members. She's the one to catch him red handed, literally.  She becomes an outcast, with a target pinned to her. Making unlikely friends with delinquents, Ariella gives a sacrifice. Psychopathy is hereditary. Stone, Haeden, and Kingston just want to see if it's true.

I see her in his arms. Adrian’s hand is at her waist, and she’s looking up at him like he hasn’t spent years breathing the same air as her without ever earning that look. My fingers curl around my glass. Then he says something. I don’t hear it. I don’t need to. Because Wren… giggles. My world tilts. I’ve heard her laugh before—sharp, defiant. But this was different. And it was not for me. Rage claws up my throat, aimed straight at Adrian. I shouldn’t care. Except I do. I fucking do. Then Wren stumbles. Adrian catches her, pulls her back—and their lips collide. Just a peck. Clearly accidental. But it detonates inside me. Something snaps. The glass slips from my hand, shattering, and all I see is red. My body moves before my mind can catch up. Because suddenly, it all crashes into place. Her silence. The loss. It felt like I’d lost something I didn’t even know I was holding onto. And I was the one who did it. My pranks. My cruelty. I was the reason her scholarship got revoked! God! A bitter taste floods my mouth. She cut me off because she had every right to. Because I deserved it. But that doesn’t mean I can let her go. It doesn’t mean I will. If it takes groveling, I’ll grovel. If it takes begging, I’ll beg. Hell, if it takes dropping to my knees in front of this entire fucking college and tearing my pride apart piece by piece just to earn a fraction of her forgiveness. Because she matters. I don’t care about anything except her slipping out of my reach. And I’m ready to burn everything down for her.

I was trained to analyze fighters. Not fall for them. Alexander Li is everything I should avoid. Volatile. Dangerous. Untouchable. A man shaped by violence and discipline, hiding secrets that could destroy far more than just his career. As a sports psychologist, I know better than to get involved. But Alexander doesn’t want help. He wants obedience. What I don’t know is that his bloodline is soaked in power. And what neither of us knows is that our worlds were never meant to collide. Because the truth buried in my past could start a war neither of us is prepared for. In a city ruled by blood and power, falling for the wrong man isn’t just forbidden. It’s deadly. The closer we get, the more dangerous the truth becomes. Because some fights aren’t won in the ring. They’re fought in blood. "The most dangerous thing isn’t loving him. It’s surviving what comes next."